Some people are born to greatness while others have greatness thrust upon them. Neither of those describes me. I'm more of the hermit/crotchety/Pastafarian/mediocre type carbon life form. I keep living my life until I have wealth thrust upon me which will happen when I find that cached pirate’s booty that has been buried in the back forty. (Don’t ask me how, or why, pirates would bury their gold miles from the ocean and in the bush, they just did okay.)

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Renovations Continue, Or How Iron Bess Went Crazy

Hi there, how is life in the winter wonderland that is yours? Ours is kinda shitty, a tiny bit of snow, a bit of rain, and a whole whack of wind. Yesterday was spent pulling down more cabinetry and then pulling nails out of said cabinets, today was much the same. So without further ado here are a few pictures of things in progress.

It may not look like a bunch of work, but it certainly feels like it. We managed to get almost all the tiles off the ceiling and pulled out about a thousand staples. Then of course there was the matter of taking the reciprocating saw to some of the countertops and cabinets, a crow bar or two, a hammer or two and a bunch of grunting and groaning. Then of course there is the whole, "how are we going to wash dishes and such when we start actually having to take the walls and window out from behind the sink?" question. You build sawhorses to hold up the sink and then plumb it so that you can hook and unhook valves as required, of course. That took a lot of time. Oh the joys of it all. As you can see from the final picture we still have some of that beautiful faux brick stuff to take off the walls. It was glued on with tar. Yummy. Tomorrow...much of the same.

About Me

Iron Bess isn’t my real name, it is the name I use when I am working undercover for the CIA, M5, and the FSM. Every post in this blog is coded to send my secrets across the ether safely to Cthulu’s minions who will use the information to infiltrate all the governments of the world. You may have seen some of my influences already. Casual Fridays. Inspirational posters on the walls. Four hour budget meetings right after lunch. Employee evaluations. And the pièce de résistance, TV commercials. Diabolical.
In the meantime I hang out at Kitpu Estates pretending to be a hermit while trying to hide my ankle monitor as I await sentencing for that stabby little incident with the waiter who was trying to take my plate before I was done all of my cake. It was a trifling little matter, after all he still has his other hand.